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DOUbl6 Trouble Dc1ve's Memory Was Weak, and so was Wencly's Ankle by PAULINE STORY, V A 'Twas the Saturday morning after one of the best parties he had ever attended. Dave stretched luxuriously in hed and meditated. Somehow, he rather wished he hadn't made that date for the next Friday though, but then, what could he do? After all, he was dancing with the girl, when that fool Ted came over and asked her to go skating with him on the following Friday evening. Ted was short, cross-eyed and a bad skater besides, and Pat had turned to Dave with pleading eyes. Dave recol- lected that Pat's eyes were lovely, dark and deep-setg the thought of her staggering through an evening of skating with Ted had been too much for his chival- rous nature. He had said to the optimist, Sorry, Ted, but we've got Friday all booked up, haven't we, Pat? And there he was! Of course, there was Wendy to be considered, whom he had been escorting for several months, but she was a good sport, and any- way, shed never know. Suddenly, a horrifying thought struck him, he seized a calendar, and sure enough, there it was! He not only had a date with Pat for Friday night, he also had one with Wendy! What on earllz could he do? --f , . 1,4 VH, . Y ,Bragg , ' ,, ,, ' ',f,j'i ' Xa 'Q ' -f'fj,, -f,,2? 1,1--- ff ,. - ' if- K ff f - ' . .ft-fp1f?S . . ., -, . .figs--if' ,, --v ff x ,, f ', . ' arf-'-if . ff' 5 .. I s 'Hr-191 ,-zffqq - if- ' f V si, . . .Mp ,ffff ,sg L- ' 1 - JV' wh, 7 , f ,. 1 -mr 10 v f .fy l... f 41 V . .fr 1 . fl 'A Sv I ' o f S-955' if -fif? M51 . 114,41 .V , , I .- ,yy H . .. f--la --Wifi! so aa ,, W e I -1 ' lf -fi I. fl t g' 7- -'A - - ,.. f llffpfg, ll, S -f i x .1 . X ' WW . , s e l7n1'r'! N01 y014. ' - If wax l'lyF?III1'l'. Came Wednesday evening and poor Dave was still in a quandary. He couldn't possibly avoid that engagement with Pat-he hardly knew her. On the other hand, he really wanted to go out with Wendy. With a bewildered expression on his face he stared at his homework and wondered what he should tell who. In the midst of his reveries burst the ring of the telephone. 'lThat you, Dave? came Wendy's familiar tones. That gentleman murmured assent, and the con- ventional inquiry about her health, while his mind with lightning rapidity considered and discarded alibis. I wonder, she said anxiously, after she'd been talking for awhile, if you'd forgive me if I didn't go out with you on Friday? Page Twenlyfour Wonder of wonders! feign disappointment 2- We-e-ll, I guess not. Was he dreaming? Best to If you must. but we're going to have 'Tm terribly sorry, visitors, she pleaded, and I don't see how I can leave the house. All right then, said our hero in his best sports- manlike manner. Shall we make it Saturday? Great! You're such a dear, Dave! Dave hung up with a sigh of relief. Everything comes to him who waits. No doubt about it. Old Bill Shakespeare knew what he was talking about- or was it Bill? Oh, Well, who cared? He danced back to his homework with his mind free from worry. The fatal evening arrived, and off they went to the Park. Pat looked lovely. Her navy ski-suit emphasized the smallness of her figure, the darkness of her eyes, the gold of her hair. She was sweet, too, very helpless and feminine, Dave felt so big and strong with her! But she couldn't ski, and while picking her up was far from unpleasant, Dave nevertheless found himself remembering Wendy's skill. At the top of the slope, Pat shivered and said she would never dare go down a hill like that! Dave again thought of Wendyis tomboy daring. She would have been off first, teasing him because he hesitated, defying him to race her to the bottom. Nothing helpless about Wendy! Finally Dave persuaded Pat that her last minute would not come if she followed him down the slope, and having warned her always to fall sideways, he set off with her close behind. He knew she was close behind because she screamed every time she hit a bump. Suddenly, out of the maze of trees to his right a swiftly moving figure swooped down across his path. It was too late to dodge, he plunged head- first into the snow and the other skier continued a short distance unmolested, then came back. Dave extracted his upper portions from the soft snow and brushed it from his eyes and hair. In the darkness he could make out three ngures, Pat and another couple. One of the others shone a fiashlight in his face, and a familiar feminine voice gasped. Dave! Not you !', It was Wendy. Our hero was speechless but Pat murmured in surprise, You two know each other? Wendy took control, as she usually did, and in- troduced herself and her companion. The latter was a tall, dark boy with an English accent. A1- though his name was Dudley he was very good-1ook- ing, and Pat was soon engaged in animated conver- sation with him. They decided to make it a four- some, and Dudley and Pat started off together. Kiontinued on Page 83D
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